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Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 13:20:17 GMT
Robina wins match & beat the clock challenge
Nicky Page: The following beat the clock match is for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from Miami Florida and currently weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds…ANTHONY “FUTURE” WASHINGTON!
The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the titantron as “I’m different” by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition
Out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. Wearing his trademark “future” shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood there and looked around.
Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle…
They say we wanted attention
But before Washington could even grab his chain, those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts his theme. This caused Anthony to glance towards the stage, annoyance filling his eyes up, as he kissed his chain. Those five words surged an incredible amount of boos from the Canadian audience as the purple-haired lady came through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. The crowd knew that she was Robina Hood and began boo even more as she made her way around the Mercedes.
Nicky Page: And his opponent, she comes from Sherwood Forest and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-two pounds…ROBINA HOOD!
Once introduced the forest-dweller threw her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the bonnet of the Benz, since the Brit purposely kept herself close to the vehicle. The camera immediately cuts of to see the even more annoyed expression on Anthony’s face, since his precious ride now has some stranger’s jacket all over the bonnet. The camera cuts back to see Robina walking down the ramp, ignoring the rather offensive chants the Canadians were giving her, as her eyes utterly refuse to look away from “The Future.” The forest-dweller’s eyes remained fixated on the male as made her way to ringside, up the ring steps and into the ring. But instead of saying anything Robina gave Anthony the middle finger before doing her trademark 270 degrees spin and punched the air as “watch me ignite escaped the P.A. System, electing even more boos from the people in attendance tonight.
Shane West: I swear that week in and week out, Robina has been getting more and more of a hostile reception of the fans.
Dick Harris: This is wrestling not a popularity contest, Shane, and from the past two weeks Robina has been pretty impressive.
Shane West: But remember that Anthony had an impressive match last week as well…
Dick Harris: Yeah, so impressive that some dope managed to kick out of his finisher.
Shane West: At least Anthony’s method of winning didn’t involve a chair…
Dick Harris: Chair or no chair Robina Hood has been rather impressive so far…but, in a conversation I barely managed to get with her, Robina has never wrestled against somebody bigger than her before…so Anthony does have the edge here.
As the commentators spoke the senior official was patting down the Brit, checking for any foreign objects she might be keeping hidden from plain sight, after finishing checking the purple haired dynamo out he went over to “The Future” and began to check him out, starting at the boots. Capitalising on this the English lass moved forward and, before Anthony could move the official, sprayed a red mist directly into his eyes. He instantly fell back into a corner, crying out in anguish to the burning sensation underneath his eyelids, and the official began to push Robina back while reprimanding her for such a dirty move. This was however greeted with the female rudely pushing him to the side.
Shane West: What a blatant cheap shot!
The official finally signalled for the bell to ring as Robina ran towards the turnbuckle, catching the male with a running knee strike to the gut. She then began land a fury of elbow strikes, forearm shots and knee strikes with the occasional headbutt to the cornered male. This strikes and blows continued onwards and onwards until the official finally had enough as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the woman away. When the referee gave the purple haired competitor a verbal warning she simply shrugged and turned back around as Anthony charges out with a ferocious clothesline…but Miss Hood managed to show off her flexibility as she did a matrix style bend, ducking the male’s clothesline in the process, before the two of them turn around to face each other. Yet before the big man could attempt anything the female jumped up, wrapped her arms around his body and fell backwards…causing Anthony’s face to crash down straight into the second turnbuckle. The crowd gave out a loud ‘oh’ kind of sound as Robina rolled the male over and hook her left arm around his right leg.
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The official stopped the count as he acknowledged one of Washington’s hands grabbing the bottom rope. Instead of questioning the official’s call Robina glanced up towards the titantron to see how much time as passed. After seeing that not much time as passed, and realising that this is the pacesetting match in the beat the clock challenge, a slick smile as appeared upon the Brit’s face…almost like she has just thought of a plan. So, without batting an eyelid towards the official, Robina rolled the male onto his belly and grabbed onto his wrists before dragging into a position that has his chin just pass the bottom rope, exiting the ring in the process. Without giving the crowd the time to realise her plan Miss Hood’s hands moved to grab the back of his neck and pulled down with all her weight, causing his neck to be pressured against the bottom rope. The official began shouting at the girl to let go but instead she began to incorporate knee strikes to Anthony’s face as she continue to illegally use the ropes. She finally lets go of the male when the official’s count reached four but instead of instantly entering the ring, Robina turned around and approached a female fan, who was previously screaming ‘you’re a flat-chest whore!’ SMACK! Robina has just literally slapped this fan before shouting “fuck off!” directly at her.
Shane West: I can’t believe she did hit a fan! You can understand if it was by accident but she purposely slapped a fan!
Dick Harris: I guess Robina takes offence to personal insults…but I must admit that she had no right to hit a fan.
Shane West: And now I can perfectly guess that Robina is going to get us slapped with a lawsuit.
If only that was a stunt to gather more heat since, if it wasn’t a legitimate attack on a fan, it would have worked to perfection since the amount of boos has just increased tenfold as the Brit slid under the bottom rope. She had a bit of a struggle doing it but instead of going for the cover the female managed to drag an almost lifeless Anthony up to his knees before raising her right arm up while calling out “time for execution!” This originally brought ‘you suck!’ chants from the crowd but they were quickly silence as Anthony suddenly sprung up to his feet, wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her overhead…nailing not just a basic belly to belly suplex but a belly to belly suplex that caused the lower point of Robina’s spine to directly hit the top turnbuckle and when the female fell she crashed headfirst onto the mat. Her frame looked almost dead as it simply laid there but the male collapsed back down to his knees, to regain his lost breath, while the crowd began their chants of ‘holy shit!’ The senior official was about to check on the female’s health but stopped himself when Anthony fell onto his back, rolled over and crawled over towards Robina. He managed to roll the woman onto her back and laid his chest upon hers in a pin cover.
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Shane West: How did Robina managed to get her left leg on the bottom rope!?!
Dick Harris: My guess is that, if Anthony tried to walk over instead of crawl over, then she wouldn’t gathered up enough ring awareness to get the rope break.
Half the crowd booed while the other half continued their ‘holy shit!’ chant as Anthony looked over towards the official in disbelief. The male managed to fully stand up but the young Brit gathered up enough sense to hook both her legs, and hands, onto the bottom rope so he couldn’t pull her away…so instead Anthony began to kick away at his grounded opponent as the crowd cheered for the male, with each cheer getting louder and louder with each kick. When one of the male’s kicks struck the back of Robina’s head her hands lets go and covered her head in anguish…this brought a grin upon Anthony’s face as now he aimed his kicks for the other region that suffered deeply from the belly to belly, her lower back. The crowd tried to enthusiastically count the kicks but quickly lost count as the purple haired female was stuck between his kicks and the bottom rope…this was eventually stopped however as the official finally started his count which, rather surprisingly, convinced Anthony to stop the count of three. While the official warned the male Robina barely managed to get up onto all fours, well all threes since her left hand reached back to rub her back in an attempt to smooth the pain, but seeing her in this position caused a smirk to appear on Washington’s face. If any word could be used to describe this smirk it would be…revenge. Without any hesitation Anthony gently shoved the ref to the side and charged forward, nailing the punt he named the “15 Seconds of Fame” directly into Robina’s head…but the impact of this punt caused the female’s body to fly over the bottom rope and crashing down onto the floor.
Shane West: The Fifteen Seconds of Fame! But Robina has fallen clean out of the ring!
Dick Harris: I would actually want to say that she smartly avoided a pinning opportunity but she looks completely out of it.
Shane West: It’s not official yet but I believe that Anthony Washington has just won this match!
Anthony signalled for the referee to start his count but the official instead requested for him to back away from the ropes…so he got up, lightly leaned against the corner at the other side of the ring and looked towards the titantron, looking more than satisfied with the time.
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The count of three and no sign of movement from the still out-of-it Brit.
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The audience begins to joyfully join in with the official’s count.
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Finally a sign of life from Robina as her right hand moved and slowly waved itself in front of her face.
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Even though conscious, she is still dazed by the fact she almost fell back down when trying to get up to all fours.
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Robina was finally up to her knees as her hands helpless clawed onto the bottom rope…but she can’t seem to find the strength to drag her legs back up.
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Shane West: It’s impressive to see Robina managing to get up to her knees but she looks unable to shake off that punt…
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Shane West: Oh my god how did she manage to get back in the ring!?!
Dick Harris: The expression on Anthony‘s face is utterly priceless…but if you look at the replay, Anthony didn’t perfectly connect with that punt kick.
Shane West: Well anyway…I think it would be better for Robina to stay down since she is still lying there on the mat.
And indeed Robina was simply laying down on the mat, with her back pointing towards the ceiling as Anthony was telling the official that he counted too slowly. After losing the pointless argument the male sighed lightly as he approached the female, wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back up to her feet but kept his arms around her waist. The reason for this was easily predicted and he raised his arms up while falling backwards, nailing a picture perfect German suplex, but didn’t let go as he dragged her back up only to hit another German suplex. When Washington pulled her back up and threw her, for another German, the Brit did a brilliant back flip and landed on her feet. She wobbled a little to regain her balance but when she did Robina ran towards the ropes, bounced off them and connected a running arched big boot with Anthony’s jaw as he was getting back up to his feet. However the clearly bigger competitor only went down to one knee from that shot so Robina ran towards the other ropes and hit another big boot directly to Anthony’s jaw. Frustration began to appear on the Brit’s face as the man from Miami was still just down on one knee so she raised up her right arm, the crowd booing when they realised she’s signalling for her ‘Execution’ clothesline.
Shane West: Could it be possible that Anthony Washington has Robina’s number tonight?
Dick Harris: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Shane, if Robina somehow hits her finisher then we’re going to have to find a fat lady and tell her to sing.
It was clear that the young British diva believes her clothesline should be good enough to win the match as she runs towards the ropes once again. But when she bounced back Anthony was already up on his feet as he stepped to the side and pushed the female along before running to the ropes at the other side of the ring. As they both rebound off the ropes Anthony goes for a spear but Robina somehow jumps over him and the two bounced off opposite ring ropes again. When they came back towards each other Anthony went for a clothesline this time but not only did Miss Hood drop down to her knees but she also skidded across the ring on her knees, just stopping before the ropes, and when she got up the female tried a reverse elbow on the male. However Anthony not only used his forearm to block it but also wrapped his arms around hers, trapping the female in a full nelson position. The people in attendance were cheering loudly at this and no matter how much she squirmed Anthony had no problems dragging the Brit back into the middle of the ring. With little effort the male raised Robina up and harshly slammed her down on the mat, most of the impact smashing on the back of the purple haired dynamo’s neck.
Shane West: OH GOD LOOK AT THE IMPACT! That has to be it! Anthony goes for the cover…but why isn’t the official counting!?!
Dick Harris: Didn’t you noticed? While being picked up like a rag doll one of Robina’s legs caught the official in the face. So he is affectedly out of it
Washington realised this so he stood back up, looked towards the titantron and shouted out for another official to come out…but after a few seconds it was clear that another official wasn’t coming out so, after realising the time this match has taken so far, he frantically shook the knocked out referee in an attempt to wake him up. After a few more seconds Anthony unexpectedly collapsed down to his knees while behind him was Robina Hood, on one knee, with her hand retracting from the position “The Future” was…the fans booing as they’ve realised that she has just low blowed the male.
Shane West: Oh a low blow, how low can Robina really go? Hey, what are you doing out here…put that damn chair down!
Dick Harris: Looks like Miss Hood is planning to capitalise on the opportunity in front of her.
The Brit was grinning manically as her hands firmly clutched onto the chair, ignoring the boos she’s receiving from the excited crowd. She slowly slides under the bottom rope and stands back up to her feet while her eyes glared towards Anthony as he began to stagger back up to this feet. “Stand up you son of a bitch!” escaped her lips as she held the chair up, nothing but pure intensity flooding her eyes, and…CRACK!
Shane West: Oh god, just like past two weeks, Robina has just used that god damn chair!
Dick Harris: And Anthony looks completely out of it.
Shane West: Oh look, the referee is finally stirring so she throws the dented chair out of the ring, what a…you know!
Miss Hood grinned when the official finally regained his consciousness and simply sat herself down on Anthony’s chest, pretending to be sweet by politely asking the ref to make the count.
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DING! DING! “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela began to play as the referee barely got up to his feet to raise Robina’s hand in victory as she stood up from Washington’s unconscious body.
Nicky Page: Your winner of the match…Robina Hood!
The crowd were booing like mad as the Brit took this opportunity to bow with a cocky smile on her face. “That’s good enough,” left her mouth when Robina glanced up at the titantron before rolling out of the ring and actually stumbled when she tried to make her first step up the ramp.
Dick Harris: Robina has just defeated someone a clear foot bigger than her…that must have impressed you Shane.
Shane West: The fact that she won does impress me…but the way she won is simply despicable…I just hope that somebody demolishes her time.
Dick Harris: I don’t know, Shane, considering the types of matches we have later…we may end up declaring Robina as the winner of this challenge.
Shane West: I so pray to god that doesn’t happen…HEY, IT’S NIOBE!!!
Indeed it was Niobe on the stage, with a steel chair of her own in hand and her right elbow still taped up, Robina was too busy taunting the crowd to even notice. The Brit wasn’t sure why the crowd were suddenly cheering but once the female turned around she quickly found out with a loud CRACK! Robina’s carcass fell lifelessly down upon the ramp and a proud smile appeared on the blonde’s face as she threw the chair down on the unconscious woman. “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold began to play as the final moments seen, before Meltdown fades out to another commercial, was Niobe Martin rising her left arm up as if celebrating a personal victory. |
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Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 13:21:13 GMT
Robina wins the match but not the challenge
Nicky Page: The following beat the clock match is for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from Miami Florida and currently weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds…ANTHONY “FUTURE” WASHINGTON!
The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the titantron as “I’m different” by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition
Out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. Wearing his trademark “future” shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood there and looked around.
Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle…
They say we wanted attention
But before Washington could even grab his chain, those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts his theme. This caused Anthony to glance towards the stage, annoyance filling his eyes up, as he kissed his chain. Those five words surged an incredible amount of boos from the Canadian audience as the purple-haired lady came through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. The crowd knew that she was Robina Hood and began boo even more as she made her way around the Mercedes.
Nicky Page: And his opponent, she comes from Sherwood Forest and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-two pounds…ROBINA HOOD!
Once introduced the forest-dweller threw her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the bonnet of the Benz, since the Brit purposely kept herself close to the vehicle. The camera immediately cuts of to see the even more annoyed expression on Anthony’s face, since his precious ride now has some stranger’s jacket all over the bonnet. The camera cuts back to see Robina walking down the ramp, ignoring the rather offensive chants the Canadians were giving her, as her eyes utterly refuse to look away from “The Future.” The forest-dweller’s eyes remained fixated on the male as made her way to ringside, up the ring steps and into the ring. But instead of saying anything Robina gave Anthony the middle finger before doing her trademark 270 degrees spin and punched the air as “watch me ignite escaped the P.A. System, electing even more boos from the people in attendance tonight.
Shane West: I swear that week in and week out, Robina has been getting more and more of a hostile reception of the fans.
Dick Harris: This is wrestling not a popularity contest, Shane, and from the past two weeks Robina has been pretty impressive.
Shane West: But remember that Anthony had an impressive match last week as well…
Dick Harris: Yeah, so impressive that some dope managed to kick out of his finisher.
Shane West: At least Anthony’s method of winning didn’t involve a chair…
Dick Harris: Chair or no chair Robina Hood has been rather impressive so far…but, in a conversation I barely managed to get with her, Robina has never wrestled against somebody bigger than her before…so Anthony does have the edge here.
As the commentators spoke the senior official was patting down the Brit, checking for any foreign objects she might be keeping hidden from plain sight, after finishing checking the purple haired dynamo out he went over to “The Future” and began to check him out, starting at the boots. Capitalising on this the English lass moved forward and, before Anthony could move the official, sprayed a red mist directly into his eyes. He instantly fell back into a corner, crying out in anguish to the burning sensation underneath his eyelids, and the official began to push Robina back while reprimanding her for such a dirty move. This was however greeted with the female rudely pushing him to the side.
Shane West: What a blatant cheap shot!
The official finally signalled for the bell to ring as Robina ran towards the turnbuckle, catching the male with a running knee strike to the gut. She then began land a fury of elbow strikes, forearm shots and knee strikes with the occasional headbutt to the cornered male. This strikes and blows continued onwards and onwards until the official finally had enough as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the woman away. When the referee gave the purple haired competitor a verbal warning she simply shrugged and turned back around as Anthony charges out with a ferocious clothesline…but Miss Hood managed to show off her flexibility as she did a matrix style bend, ducking the male’s clothesline in the process, before the two of them turn around to face each other. Yet before the big man could attempt anything the female jumped up, wrapped her arms around his body and fell backwards…causing Anthony’s face to crash down straight into the second turnbuckle. The crowd gave out a loud ‘oh’ kind of sound as Robina rolled the male over and hook her left arm around his right leg.
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The official stopped the count as he acknowledged one of Washington’s hands grabbing the bottom rope. Instead of questioning the official’s call Robina glanced up towards the titantron to see how much time as passed. After seeing that not much time as passed, and realising that this is the pacesetting match in the beat the clock challenge, a slick smile as appeared upon the Brit’s face…almost like she has just thought of a plan. So, without batting an eyelid towards the official, Robina rolled the male onto his belly and grabbed onto his wrists before dragging into a position that has his chin just pass the bottom rope, exiting the ring in the process. Without giving the crowd the time to realise her plan Miss Hood’s hands moved to grab the back of his neck and pulled down with all her weight, causing his neck to be pressured against the bottom rope. The official began shouting at the girl to let go but instead she began to incorporate knee strikes to Anthony’s face as she continue to illegally use the ropes. She finally lets go of the male when the official’s count reached four and backed off a bit to the side before charging forwards and landing a perfect big boot to the side of Anthony’s face. The official was now demanding for her to return to the ring but instead of instantly entering the ring…Robina turned around and approached a female fan, who was previously screaming ‘you’re a flat-chested whore!’ SMACK!
Shane West: I can’t believe she did hit a fan! You can understand if it was by accident but she purposely slapped a fan!
Dick Harris: I guess Robina takes offence to personal insults…but I must admit that she had no right to hit a fan.
Shane West: And now I can perfectly guess that Robina is going to get us slapped with a lawsuit.
If only that was a stunt to gather more heat since, if it wasn’t a legitimate attack on a fan, it would have worked to perfection since the amount of boos has just increased tenfold as the Brit slid under the bottom rope. She had a bit of a struggle doing it but instead of going for the cover the female managed to drag an almost lifeless Anthony up to his knees before raising her right arm up while calling out “time for execution!” This originally brought ‘you suck!’ chants from the crowd but they were quickly silence as Anthony suddenly sprung up to his feet, wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her overhead…nailing not just a basic belly to belly suplex but a belly to belly suplex that caused the lower point of Robina’s spine to directly hit the top turnbuckle and when the female fell she crashed headfirst onto the mat. Her frame looked almost dead as it simply laid there but the male collapsed back down to his knees, to regain his lost breath, while the crowd began their chants of ‘holy shit!’ The senior official was about to check on the female’s health but stopped himself when Anthony fell onto his back, rolled over and crawled over towards Robina. He managed to roll the woman onto her back and laid his chest upon hers in a pin cover.
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Shane West: How did Robina managed to get her left leg on the bottom rope!?!
Dick Harris: My guess is that, if Anthony tried to walk over instead of crawl over, then she wouldn’t gathered up enough ring awareness to get the rope break.
Half the crowd booed while the other half continued their ‘holy shit!’ chant as Anthony looked over towards the official in disbelief. The male managed to fully stand up but the young Brit gathered up enough sense to hook both her legs, and hands, onto the bottom rope so he couldn’t pull her away…so instead Anthony began to kick away at his grounded opponent as the crowd cheered for the male, with each cheer getting louder and louder with each kick. When one of the male’s kicks struck the back of Robina’s head her hands lets go and covered her head in anguish…this brought a grin upon Anthony’s face as now he aimed his kicks for the other region that suffered deeply from the belly to belly, her lower back. The crowd tried to enthusiastically count the kicks but quickly lost count as the purple haired female was stuck between his kicks and the bottom rope…this was eventually stopped however as the official finally started his count which, rather surprisingly, convinced Anthony to stop the count of three. While the official warned the male Robina barely managed to get up onto all fours, well all threes since her left hand reached back to rub her back in an attempt to smooth the pain, but seeing her in this position caused a smirk to appear on Washington’s face. If any word could be used to describe this smirk it would be…revenge. Without any hesitation Anthony gently shoved the ref to the side and charged forward, nailing the punt he named the ‘15 Seconds of Fame’ directly into Robina’s head…but the impact of this punt caused the female’s body to fly over the bottom rope and crashing down onto the floor.
Shane West: The Fifteen Seconds of Fame! But Robina has fallen clean out of the ring!
Dick Harris: I would actually want to say that she smartly avoided a pinning opportunity but she looks completely out of it.
Shane West: It’s not official yet but I believe that Anthony Washington has just won this match!
Anthony signalled for the referee to start his count but the official instead requested for him to back away from the ropes…so he got up, lightly leaned against the corner at the other side of the ring and looked towards the titantron, looking more than satisfied with the time.
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Finally a sign of life from Robina as her right hand moved and slowly waved itself in front of her face.
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Even though conscious, she is still dazed by the fact she almost fell back down when trying to get up to all fours.
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Robina was finally up to her knees as her hands helpless clawed onto the bottom rope…but she can’t seem to find the strength to drag her legs back up.
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Shane West: It’s impressive to see Robina managing to get up to her knees but she looks unable to shake off that punt…
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Shane West: Oh my god how did she manage to get back in the ring!?!
Dick Harris: The expression on Anthony‘s face is utterly priceless…but if you look at the replay, Anthony didn’t perfectly connect with that punt kick.
Shane West: Well anyway…I think it would be better for Robina to stay down since she is still lying there on the mat.
And indeed Robina was simply laying down on the mat, with her back pointing towards the ceiling as Anthony was telling the official that he counted too slowly. After losing the pointless argument the male sighed lightly as he approached the female, wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back up to her feet but kept his arms around her waist. The reason for this was easily predicted and he raised his arms up while falling backwards, nailing a picture perfect German suplex, but didn’t let go as he dragged her back up only to hit another German suplex. When Washington pulled her back up and threw her, for another German, the Brit did a brilliant back flip and landed on her feet. She wobbled a little to regain her balance but when she did Robina ran towards the ropes, bounced off them and connected a running arched big boot with Anthony’s jaw as he was getting back up to his feet. However the clearly bigger competitor only went down to one knee from that shot so Robina ran towards the other ropes and hit another big boot directly to Anthony’s jaw. Frustration began to appear on the Brit’s face as the man from Miami was still just down on one knee so she raised up her right arm, the crowd booing when they realised she’s signalling for her ‘Execution’ clothesline.
Shane West: Could it be possible that Anthony Washington has Robina’s number tonight?
Dick Harris: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Shane, if Robina somehow hits her finisher then we’re going to have to find a fat lady and tell her to sing.
It was clear that the young British diva believes her clothesline should be good enough to win the match as she runs towards the ropes once again. But when she bounced back Anthony was already up on his feet as he stepped to the side and pushed the female along before running to the ropes at the other side of the ring. As they both rebound off the ropes Anthony goes for a spear but Robina somehow jumps over him and the two bounced off opposite ring ropes again. When they came back towards each other Anthony went for a clothesline this time but not only did Miss Hood drop down to her knees but she also skidded across the ring on her knees, just stopping before the ropes, and when she got up the female tried a reverse elbow on the male. However Anthony not only used his forearm to block it but also wrapped his arms around hers, trapping the female in a full nelson position. The people in attendance were cheering loudly at this and no matter how much she squirmed Anthony had no problems dragging the Brit back into the middle of the ring. With little effort the male raised Robina up and harshly slammed her down on the mat, most of the impact smashing on the back of the purple haired dynamo’s neck.
Shane West: OH GOD LOOK AT THE IMPACT! That has to be it! Anthony goes for the cover…but why isn’t the official counting!?!
Dick Harris: Didn’t you noticed? While being picked up like a rag doll one of Robina’s legs caught the official in the face. So he is affectedly out of it
Washington realised this so he stood back up, looked towards the titantron and shouted out for another official to come out…but after a few seconds it was clear that another official wasn’t coming out so, after realising the time this match has taken so far, he frantically shook the knocked out referee in an attempt to wake him up. After a few more seconds Anthony unexpectedly collapsed down to his knees while behind him was Robina Hood, on one knee, with her hand retracting from the position “The Future” was…the fans booing as they’ve realised that she has just low blowed the male.
Shane West: Oh a low blow, how low can Robina really go? Hey, what are you doing out here…put that damn chair down!
Dick Harris: Looks like Miss Hood is planning to capitalise on the opportunity in front of her.
The Brit was grinning manically as her hands firmly clutched onto the chair, ignoring the boos she’s receiving from the excited crowd. She slowly slides under the bottom rope and stands back up to her feet while her eyes glared towards Anthony as he began to stagger back up to this feet. “Stand up you son of a bitch!” escaped her lips as she held the chair up, nothing but pure intensity flooding her eyes, and…
Dick Harris: Hey, what is Niobe Martin doing out here!?!
Shane West: It looks like she wants revenge for the two weeks of hell Robina has put her through.
Either Dick likes it or not, Niobe is clearly staying at ringside as the impact of that move not only laid out Robina Hood but also Anthony Washington. The referee finally gets up to his feet and starts to count them both out but instead of joining in with the count the people in attendance began to clap as the blonde began to repeatedly slap her hand down on the apron, clearly showing her support for the male in this match. The male’s count as just reached seven and both people are up to knees but instead of trying to get fully up, the two began to trade right hands. The crowd booed when the forest-dweller connects but cheered as “The Future” connects with a punch of his own. Eventually this fist fight ended up with the both of them getting to their feet as the crowd increased the volume of their responses until suddenly Robina a nasty looking slap, directly at Anthony’s right cheek, and instantly the crowd began to boo her more heavily as she laughed at this…only to be flattened by a rather devastating spear. Washington instantly goes for the cover and the official was quickly in position to count.
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Niobe was already applauding “The Future” but stopped in slight shock at Robina kicking out of that spear. Anthony instantly questioned the referee’s count but instead of going into a long, and pointless, argument Anthony dragged the woman back up to her feet only to position her head between his legs. It looks like the male is planning to powerbomb Miss Hood but just when he had her up on his shoulders…a second red mist sprayed out of her mouth, straight into Anthony’s eyes, and the sheer pain caused the male to drop down onto one knee. Robina managed to squirm herself out of his clutches and, without a trace of hesitation, smashed him down with her ‘Execution’ clothesline before sitting down on his chest while keeping her eyes cautiously on Niobe.
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DING! DING! The moment the bell rung, and “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela began to play, Niobe slid into the ring while holding onto the chair. Miss Hood instantly grabbed onto the middle rope and quite literally threw herself out of the ring to avoid being hit by the chair, not even bothering to glance towards the tron in case Niobe chased after her.
Nicky Page: Here is your winner…Robina Hood!
Even though the victor the Brit didn’t celebrate and instead kept her eyes on Miss Martin, prepared to run in case the blonde ran after her with the chair. Niobe instead backed up to the middle of the ring, practically demanding Robina to come in the ring and fight her. Clearly the crowd wanted to two to fight as they cheered for the blonde while the referee checked on Anthony Washington. The expression on younger female’s face changed, like she is actually considering the option of fighting Niobe, but in the end she simply shook her head and went off all the way to the stage, where she picked her jacket up from the car bonnet, while the crowd chanted ‘you suck!’ The dying moments of this footage, before going off to a commercial, was of Niobe rising her left arm up, as if celebrating a personal victory, while her right hand was holding onto the chair. |
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Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 13:21:56 GMT
Anthony wins both the match & the challenge
Nicky Page: The following beat the clock match is for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from Miami Florida and currently weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds…ANTHONY “FUTURE” WASHINGTON!
The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the titantron as “I’m different” by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition
Out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. Wearing his trademark “future” shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood there and looked around.
Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle…
They say we wanted attention
But before Washington could even grab his chain, those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts his theme. This caused Anthony to glance towards the stage, annoyance filling his eyes up, as he kissed his chain. Those five words surged an incredible amount of boos from the Canadian audience as the purple-haired lady came through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. The crowd knew that she was Robina Hood and began boo even more as she made her way around the Mercedes.
Nicky Page: And his opponent, she comes from Sherwood Forest and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-two pounds…ROBINA HOOD!
Once introduced the forest-dweller threw her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the bonnet of the Benz, since the Brit purposely kept herself close to the vehicle. The camera immediately cuts of to see the even more annoyed expression on Anthony’s face, since his precious ride now has some stranger’s jacket all over the bonnet. The camera cuts back to see Robina walking down the ramp, ignoring the rather offensive chants the Canadians were giving her, as her eyes utterly refuse to look away from “The Future.” The forest-dweller’s eyes remained fixated on the male as made her way to ringside, up the ring steps and into the ring. But instead of saying anything Robina gave Anthony the middle finger before doing her trademark 270 degrees spin and punched the air as “watch me ignite escaped the P.A. System, electing even more boos from the people in attendance tonight.
Shane West: I swear that week in and week out, Robina has been getting more and more of a hostile reception of the fans.
Dick Harris: This is wrestling not a popularity contest, Shane, and from the past two weeks Robina has been pretty impressive.
Shane West: But remember that Anthony had an impressive match last week as well…
Dick Harris: Yeah, so impressive that some dope managed to kick out of his finisher.
Shane West: At least Anthony’s method of winning didn’t involve a chair…
Dick Harris: Chair or no chair Robina Hood has been rather impressive so far…but, in a conversation I barely managed to get with her, Robina has never wrestled against somebody bigger than her before…so Anthony does have the edge here.
As the commentators spoke the senior official was patting down the Brit, checking for any foreign objects she might be keeping hidden from plain sight, after finishing checking the purple haired dynamo out he went over to “The Future” and began to check him out, starting at the boots. Capitalising on this the English lass moved forward and, before Anthony could move the official, sprayed a red mist directly into his eyes. He instantly fell back into a corner, crying out in anguish to the burning sensation underneath his eyelids, and the official began to push Robina back while reprimanding her for such a dirty move. This was however greeted with the female rudely pushing him to the side.
Shane West: What a blatant cheap shot!
The official finally signalled for the bell to ring as Robina ran towards the turnbuckle, catching the male with a running knee strike to the gut. She then began land a fury of elbow strikes, forearm shots and knee strikes with the occasional headbutt to the cornered male. This strikes and blows continued onwards and onwards until the official finally had enough as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the woman away. When the referee gave the purple haired competitor a verbal warning she simply shrugged and turned back around as Anthony charges out with a ferocious clothesline…but Miss Hood managed to show off her flexibility as she did a matrix style bend, ducking the male’s clothesline in the process, before the two of them turn around to face each other. Yet before the big man could attempt anything the female jumped up, wrapped her arms around his body and fell backwards…causing Anthony’s face to crash down straight into the second turnbuckle. The crowd gave out a loud ‘oh’ kind of sound as Robina rolled the male over and hook her left arm around his right leg.
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The official stopped the count as he acknowledged one of Washington’s hands grabbing the bottom rope. Instead of questioning the official’s call Robina glanced up towards the titantron to see how much time as passed. After seeing that not much time as passed, and realising that this is the pacesetting match in the beat the clock challenge, a slick smile as appeared upon the Brit’s face…almost like she has just thought of a plan. So, without batting an eyelid towards the official, Robina rolled the male onto his belly and grabbed onto his wrists before dragging into a position that has his chin just pass the bottom rope, exiting the ring in the process. Without giving the crowd the time to realise her plan Miss Hood’s hands moved to grab the back of his neck and pulled down with all her weight, causing his neck to be pressured against the bottom rope. The official began shouting at the girl to let go but instead she began to incorporate knee strikes to Anthony’s face as she continue to illegally use the ropes. She finally lets go of the male when the official’s count reached four and backed off a bit to the side before charging forwards and landing a perfect big boot to the side of Anthony’s face. The official was now demanding for her to return to the ring but instead of instantly entering the ring…Robina turned around and approached a female fan, who was previously screaming ‘you’re a flat-chested whore!’ SMACK!
Shane West: I can’t believe she did hit a fan! You can understand if it was by accident but she purposely slapped a fan!
Dick Harris: I guess Robina takes offence to personal insults…but I must admit that she had no right to hit a fan.
Shane West: And now I can perfectly guess that Robina is going to get us slapped with a lawsuit.
If only that was a stunt to gather more heat since, if it wasn’t a legitimate attack on a fan, it would have worked to perfection since the amount of boos has just increased tenfold as the Brit slid under the bottom rope. She had a bit of a struggle doing it but instead of going for the cover the female managed to drag an almost lifeless Anthony up to his knees before raising her right arm up while calling out “time for execution!” This originally brought ‘you suck!’ chants from the crowd but they were quickly silence as Anthony suddenly sprung up to his feet, wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her overhead…nailing not just a basic belly to belly suplex but a belly to belly suplex that caused the lower point of Robina’s spine to directly hit the top turnbuckle and when the female fell she crashed headfirst onto the mat. Her frame looked almost dead as it simply laid there but the male collapsed back down to his knees, to regain his lost breath, while the crowd began their chants of ‘holy shit!’ The senior official was about to check on the female’s health but stopped himself when Anthony fell onto his back, rolled over and crawled over towards Robina. He managed to roll the woman onto her back and laid his chest upon hers in a pin cover.
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Shane West: How did Robina managed to get her left leg on the bottom rope!?!
Dick Harris: My guess is that, if Anthony tried to walk over instead of crawl over, then she wouldn’t gathered up enough ring awareness to get the rope break.
Half the crowd booed while the other half continued their ‘holy shit!’ chant as Anthony looked over towards the official in disbelief. The male managed to fully stand up but the young Brit gathered up enough sense to hook both her legs, and hands, onto the bottom rope so he couldn’t pull her away…so instead Anthony began to kick away at his grounded opponent as the crowd cheered for the male, with each cheer getting louder and louder with each kick. When one of the male’s kicks struck the back of Robina’s head her hands lets go and covered her head in anguish…this brought a grin upon Anthony’s face as now he aimed his kicks for the other region that suffered deeply from the belly to belly, her lower back. The crowd tried to enthusiastically count the kicks but quickly lost count as the purple haired female was stuck between his kicks and the bottom rope…this was eventually stopped however as the official finally started his count which, rather surprisingly, convinced Anthony to stop the count of three. While the official warned the male Robina barely managed to get up onto all fours, well all threes since her left hand reached back to rub her back in an attempt to smooth the pain, but seeing her in this position caused a smirk to appear on Washington’s face. If any word could be used to describe this smirk it would be…revenge. Without any hesitation Anthony gently shoved the ref to the side and charged forward, nailing the punt he named the ‘15 Seconds of Fame’ directly into Robina’s head…but the impact of this punt caused the female’s body to fly over the bottom rope and crashing down onto the floor.
Shane West: The Fifteen Seconds of Fame! But Robina has fallen clean out of the ring!
Dick Harris: I would actually want to say that she smartly avoided a pinning opportunity but she looks completely out of it.
Shane West: It’s not official yet but I believe that Anthony Washington has just won this match!
Anthony signalled for the referee to start his count but the official instead requested for him to back away from the ropes…so he got up, lightly leaned against the corner at the other side of the ring and looked towards the titantron, looking more than satisfied with the time.
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Robina was finally up to her knees as her hands helpless clawed onto the bottom rope…but she can’t seem to find the strength to drag her legs back up.
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Shane West: It’s impressive to see Robina managing to get up to her knees but she looks unable to shake off that punt…
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Shane West: Oh my god how did she manage to get back in the ring!?!
Dick Harris: The expression on Anthony‘s face is utterly priceless…but if you look at the replay, Anthony didn’t perfectly connect with that punt kick.
Shane West: Well anyway…I think it would be better for Robina to stay down since she is still lying there on the mat.
And indeed Robina was simply laying down on the mat, with her back pointing towards the ceiling as Anthony was telling the official that he counted too slowly. After losing the pointless argument the male sighed lightly as he approached the female, wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back up to her feet but kept his arms around her waist. The reason for this was easily predicted and he raised his arms up while falling backwards, nailing a picture perfect German suplex, but didn’t let go as he dragged her back up only to hit another German suplex. When Washington pulled her back up and threw her, for another German, the Brit did a brilliant back flip and landed on her feet. She wobbled a little to regain her balance but when she did Robina ran towards the ropes, bounced off them and connected a running arched big boot with Anthony’s jaw as he was getting back up to his feet. However the clearly bigger competitor only went down to one knee from that shot so Robina ran towards the other ropes and hit another big boot directly to Anthony’s jaw. Frustration began to appear on the Brit’s face as the man from Miami was still just down on one knee so she raised up her right arm, the crowd booing when they realised she’s signalling for her ‘Execution’ clothesline.
Shane West: Could it be possible that Anthony Washington has Robina’s number tonight?
Dick Harris: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Shane, if Robina somehow hits her finisher then we’re going to have to find a fat lady and tell her to sing.
It was clear that the young British diva believes her clothesline should be good enough to win the match as she runs towards the ropes once again. But when she bounced back Anthony was already up on his feet as he stepped to the side and pushed the female along before running to the ropes at the other side of the ring. As they both rebound off the ropes Anthony goes for a spear but Robina somehow jumps over him and the two bounced off opposite ring ropes again. When they came back towards each other Anthony went for a clothesline this time but not only did Miss Hood drop down to her knees but she also skidded across the ring on her knees, just stopping before the ropes, and when she got up the female tried a reverse elbow on the male. However Anthony not only used his forearm to block it but also wrapped his arms around hers, trapping the female in a full nelson position. The people in attendance were cheering loudly at this and no matter how much she squirmed Anthony had no problems dragging the Brit back into the middle of the ring. With little effort the male raised Robina up and harshly slammed her down on the mat, most of the impact smashing on the back of the purple haired dynamo’s neck.
Shane West: OH GOD LOOK AT THE IMPACT! That has to be it! Anthony goes for the cover…but why isn’t the official counting!?!
Dick Harris: Didn’t you noticed? While being picked up like a rag doll one of Robina’s legs caught the official in the face. So he is affectedly out of it
Washington realised this so he stood back up, looked towards the titantron and shouted out for another official to come out…but after a few seconds it was clear that another official wasn’t coming out so, after realising the time this match has taken so far, he frantically shook the knocked out referee in an attempt to wake him up. After a few more seconds Anthony unexpectedly collapsed down to his knees while behind him was Robina Hood, on one knee, with her hand retracting from the position “The Future” was…the fans booing as they’ve realised that she has just low blowed the male.
Shane West: Oh a low blow, how low can Robina really go? Hey, what are you doing out here…put that damn chair down!
Dick Harris: Looks like Miss Hood is planning to capitalise on the opportunity in front of her.
The Brit was grinning manically as her hands firmly clutched onto the chair, ignoring the boos she’s receiving from the excited crowd. She slowly slides under the bottom rope and stands back up to her feet while her eyes glared towards Anthony as he began to stagger back up to this feet. “Stand up you son of a bitch!” escaped her lips as she held the chair up, nothing but pure intensity flooding her eyes, and…
Dick Harris: Hey, what is Niobe Martin doing out here!?!
Shane West: It looks like she wants revenge for the two weeks of hell Robina has put her through.
Niobe Martin almost appeared out of nowhere but where she actually appeared from was under the ring but right now she grabbed onto the other end, causing Robina to turn around to face the blonde. The two began a tug of war for the chair, with Robina in the ring and Martin on the apron while the chair was over the top rope. The audience were repeatedly screaming out ‘Niobe,’ clearly rooting for the blonde in this struggle but what neither they or the Brit noticed was that the senior official was beginning to stir. Niobe realised and grinned at this before suddenly letting go while dropping off the apron, causing all of the strength Robina pull into pulling the chair to swing the object around…CRACK! Straight in between the eyes the chair connects with Anthony’s face. DING! DING!
Shane West: What a smart move by Niobe, now Robina has been caught! The referee has no choice but to disqualify her! But poor Anthony Washington…he’s bleeding like mad.
Dick Harris: Niobe shouldn’t have even showed up, she has not only screwed Robina but quite possibly everyone else in this beat the clock challenge!
Nicky Page: Your winner, by disqualification, Anthony “Future” Washington!
“I’m different” by 2 Chainz began to play through the P.A. System as he was barely able to roll out of the ring. Once out of the ring and on his own feet the bleeding male raised his hand up in victory while grinning lightly. The crowd were cheering for this result while the Brit was arguing her case with the referee. But after a while the senior official shrugged and exited the ring to raise Washington’s hand, yet the camera couldn’t help but cut to the ramp-way where the blonde was walking up it backwards while laughing at the fact she screwed over her recent rival. The camera then cuts back to the ring where the purple haired girl was on her knees, resting against the ropes, looking completely pissed off. “I’ll get you for this,” she hissed as Meltdown began to fade out into a commercial. |
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Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 13:24:37 GMT
Anthony wins the match but not the challenge
Nicky Page: The following beat the clock match is for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from Miami Florida and currently weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds…ANTHONY “FUTURE” WASHINGTON!
The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the titantron as “I’m different” by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition
Out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. Wearing his trademark “future” shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood there and looked around.
Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle…
They say we wanted attention
But before Washington could even grab his chain, those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts his theme. This caused Anthony to glance towards the stage, annoyance filling his eyes up, as he kissed his chain. Those five words surged an incredible amount of boos from the Canadian audience as the purple-haired lady came through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. The crowd knew that she was Robina Hood and began boo even more as she made her way around the Mercedes.
Nicky Page: And his opponent, she comes from Sherwood Forest and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-two pounds…ROBINA HOOD!
Once introduced the forest-dweller threw her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the bonnet of the Benz, since the Brit purposely kept herself close to the vehicle. The camera immediately cuts of to see the even more annoyed expression on Anthony’s face, since his precious ride now has some stranger’s jacket all over the bonnet. The camera cuts back to see Robina walking down the ramp, ignoring the rather offensive chants the Canadians were giving her, as her eyes utterly refuse to look away from “The Future.” The forest-dweller’s eyes remained fixated on the male as made her way to ringside, up the ring steps and into the ring. But instead of saying anything Robina gave Anthony the middle finger before doing her trademark 270 degrees spin and punched the air as “watch me ignite escaped the P.A. System, electing even more boos from the people in attendance tonight.
Shane West: I swear that week in and week out, Robina has been getting more and more of a hostile reception of the fans.
Dick Harris: This is wrestling not a popularity contest, Shane, and from the past two weeks Robina has been pretty impressive.
Shane West: But remember that Anthony had an impressive match last week as well…
Dick Harris: Yeah, so impressive that some dope managed to kick out of his finisher.
Shane West: At least Anthony’s method of winning didn’t involve a chair…
Dick Harris: Chair or no chair Robina Hood has been rather impressive so far…but, in a conversation I barely managed to get with her, Robina has never wrestled against somebody bigger than her before…so Anthony does have the edge here.
As the commentators spoke the senior official was patting down the Brit, checking for any foreign objects she might be keeping hidden from plain sight, after finishing checking the purple haired dynamo out he went over to “The Future” and began to check him out, starting at the boots. Capitalising on this the English lass moved forward and, before Anthony could move the official, sprayed a red mist directly into his eyes. He instantly fell back into a corner, crying out in anguish to the burning sensation underneath his eyelids, and the official began to push Robina back while reprimanding her for such a dirty move. This was however greeted with the female rudely pushing him to the side.
Shane West: What a blatant cheap shot!
The official finally signalled for the bell to ring as Robina ran towards the turnbuckle, catching the male with a running knee strike to the gut. She then began land a fury of elbow strikes, forearm shots and knee strikes with the occasional headbutt to the cornered male. This strikes and blows continued onwards and onwards until the official finally had enough as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the woman away. When the referee gave the purple haired competitor a verbal warning she simply shrugged and turned back around as Anthony charges out with a ferocious clothesline…but Miss Hood managed to show off her flexibility as she did a matrix style bend, ducking the male’s clothesline in the process, before the two of them turn around to face each other. Yet before the big man could attempt anything the female jumped up, wrapped her arms around his body and fell backwards…causing Anthony’s face to crash down straight into the second turnbuckle. The crowd gave out a loud ‘oh’ kind of sound as Robina rolled the male over and hook her left arm around his right leg.
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The official stopped the count as he acknowledged one of Washington’s hands grabbing the bottom rope. Instead of questioning the official’s call Robina glanced up towards the titantron to see how much time as passed. After seeing that not much time as passed, and realising that this is the pacesetting match in the beat the clock challenge, a slick smile as appeared upon the Brit’s face…almost like she has just thought of a plan. So, without batting an eyelid towards the official, Robina rolled the male onto his belly and grabbed onto his wrists before dragging into a position that has his chin just pass the bottom rope, exiting the ring in the process. Without giving the crowd the time to realise her plan Miss Hood’s hands moved to grab the back of his neck and pulled down with all her weight, causing his neck to be pressured against the bottom rope. The official began shouting at the girl to let go but instead she began to incorporate knee strikes to Anthony’s face as she continue to illegally use the ropes. She finally lets go of the male when the official’s count reached four and backed off a bit to the side before charging forwards and landing a perfect big boot to the side of Anthony’s face. The official was now demanding for her to return to the ring but instead of instantly entering the ring…Robina turned around and approached a female fan, who was previously screaming ‘you’re a flat-chested whore!’ SMACK!
Shane West: I can’t believe she did hit a fan! You can understand if it was by accident but she purposely slapped a fan!
Dick Harris: I guess Robina takes offence to personal insults…but I must admit that she had no right to hit a fan.
Shane West: And now I can perfectly guess that Robina is going to get us slapped with a lawsuit.
If only that was a stunt to gather more heat since, if it wasn’t a legitimate attack on a fan, it would have worked to perfection since the amount of boos has just increased tenfold as the Brit slid under the bottom rope. She had a bit of a struggle doing it but instead of going for the cover the female managed to drag an almost lifeless Anthony up to his knees before raising her right arm up while calling out “time for execution!” This originally brought ‘you suck!’ chants from the crowd but they were quickly silence as Anthony suddenly sprung up to his feet, wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her overhead…nailing not just a basic belly to belly suplex but a belly to belly suplex that caused the lower point of Robina’s spine to directly hit the top turnbuckle and when the female fell she crashed headfirst onto the mat. Her frame looked almost dead as it simply laid there but the male collapsed back down to his knees, to regain his lost breath, while the crowd began their chants of ‘holy shit!’ The senior official was about to check on the female’s health but stopped himself when Anthony fell onto his back, rolled over and crawled over towards Robina. He managed to roll the woman onto her back and laid his chest upon hers in a pin cover.
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Shane West: How did Robina managed to get her left leg on the bottom rope!?!
Dick Harris: My guess is that, if Anthony tried to walk over instead of crawl over, then she wouldn’t gathered up enough ring awareness to get the rope break.
Half the crowd booed while the other half continued their ‘holy shit!’ chant as Anthony looked over towards the official in disbelief. The male managed to fully stand up but the young Brit gathered up enough sense to hook both her legs, and hands, onto the bottom rope so he couldn’t pull her away…so instead Anthony began to kick away at his grounded opponent as the crowd cheered for the male, with each cheer getting louder and louder with each kick. When one of the male’s kicks struck the back of Robina’s head her hands lets go and covered her head in anguish…this brought a grin upon Anthony’s face as now he aimed his kicks for the other region that suffered deeply from the belly to belly, her lower back. The crowd tried to enthusiastically count the kicks but quickly lost count as the purple haired female was stuck between his kicks and the bottom rope…this was eventually stopped however as the official finally started his count which, rather surprisingly, convinced Anthony to stop the count of three. While the official warned the male Robina barely managed to get up onto all fours, well all threes since her left hand reached back to rub her back in an attempt to smooth the pain, but seeing her in this position caused a smirk to appear on Washington’s face. If any word could be used to describe this smirk it would be…revenge. Without any hesitation Anthony gently shoved the ref to the side and charged forward, nailing the punt he named the ‘15 Seconds of Fame’ directly into Robina’s head…but the impact of this punt caused the female’s body to fly over the bottom rope and crashing down onto the floor.
Shane West: The Fifteen Seconds of Fame! But Robina has fallen clean out of the ring!
Dick Harris: I would actually want to say that she smartly avoided a pinning opportunity but she looks completely out of it.
Shane West: It’s not official yet but I believe that Anthony Washington has just won this match!
Anthony signalled for the referee to start his count but the official instead requested for him to back away from the ropes…so he got up, lightly leaned against the corner at the other side of the ring and looked towards the titantron, looking more than satisfied with the time.
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The count of three and no sign of movement from the still out-of-it Brit.
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The audience begins to joyfully join in with the official’s count.
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Finally a sign of life from Robina as her right hand moved and slowly waved itself in front of her face.
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Even though conscious, she is still dazed by the fact she almost fell back down when trying to get up to all fours.
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Robina was finally up to her knees as her hands helpless clawed onto the bottom rope…but she can’t seem to find the strength to drag her legs back up.
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Shane West: It’s impressive to see Robina managing to get up to her knees but she looks unable to shake off that punt…
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Shane West: Oh my god how did she manage to get back in the ring!?!
Dick Harris: The expression on Anthony‘s face is utterly priceless…but if you look at the replay, Anthony didn’t perfectly connect with that punt kick.
Shane West: Well anyway…I think it would be better for Robina to stay down since she is still lying there on the mat.
And indeed Robina was simply laying down on the mat, with her back pointing towards the ceiling as Anthony was telling the official that he counted too slowly. After losing the pointless argument the male sighed lightly as he approached the female, wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back up to her feet but kept his arms around her waist. The reason for this was easily predicted and he raised his arms up while falling backwards, nailing a picture perfect German suplex, but didn’t let go as he dragged her back up only to hit another German suplex. When Washington pulled her back up and threw her, for another German, the Brit did a brilliant back flip and landed on her feet. She wobbled a little to regain her balance but when she did Robina ran towards the ropes, bounced off them and connected a running arched big boot with Anthony’s jaw as he was getting back up to his feet. However the clearly bigger competitor only went down to one knee from that shot so Robina ran towards the other ropes and hit another big boot directly to Anthony’s jaw. Frustration began to appear on the Brit’s face as the man from Miami was still just down on one knee so she raised up her right arm, the crowd booing when they realised she’s signalling for her ‘Execution’ clothesline.
Shane West: Could it be possible that Anthony Washington has Robina’s number tonight?
Dick Harris: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Shane, if Robina somehow hits her finisher then we’re going to have to find a fat lady and tell her to sing.
It was clear that the young British diva believes her clothesline should be good enough to win the match as she runs towards the ropes once again. But when she bounced back Anthony was already up on his feet as he stepped to the side and pushed the female along before running to the ropes at the other side of the ring. As they both rebound off the ropes Anthony goes for a spear but Robina somehow jumps over him and the two bounced off opposite ring ropes again. When they came back towards each other Anthony went for a clothesline this time but not only did Miss Hood drop down to her knees but she also skidded across the ring on her knees, just stopping before the ropes, and when she got up the female tried a reverse elbow on the male. However Anthony not only used his forearm to block it but also wrapped his arms around hers, trapping the female in a full nelson position. The people in attendance were cheering loudly at this and no matter how much she squirmed Anthony had no problems dragging the Brit back into the middle of the ring. With little effort the male raised Robina up and harshly slammed her down on the mat, most of the impact smashing on the back of the purple haired dynamo’s neck.
Shane West: OH GOD LOOK AT THE IMPACT! That has to be it! Anthony goes for the cover…but why isn’t the official counting!?!
Dick Harris: Didn’t you noticed? While being picked up like a rag doll one of Robina’s legs caught the official in the face. So he is affectedly out of it
Washington realised this so he stood back up, looked towards the titantron and shouted out for another official to come out…but after a few seconds it was clear that another official wasn’t coming out so, after realising the time this match has taken so far, he frantically shook the knocked out referee in an attempt to wake him up. After a few more seconds Anthony unexpectedly collapsed down to his knees while behind him was Robina Hood, on one knee, with her hand retracting from the position “The Future” was…the fans booing as they’ve realised that she has just low blowed the male.
Shane West: Oh a low blow, how low can Robina really go? Hey, what are you doing out here…put that damn chair down!
Dick Harris: Looks like Miss Hood is planning to capitalise on the opportunity in front of her.
The Brit was grinning manically as her hands firmly clutched onto the chair, ignoring the boos she’s receiving from the excited crowd. She slowly slides under the bottom rope and stands back up to her feet while her eyes glared towards Anthony as he began to stagger back up to this feet. “Stand up you son of a bitch!” escaped her lips as she held the chair up, nothing but pure intensity flooding her eyes, and…
Dick Harris: Hey, what is Niobe Martin doing out here!?!
Shane West: It looks like she wants revenge for the two weeks of hell Robina has put her through.
Niobe Martin almost appeared out of nowhere but where she actually appeared from was under the ring but right now she grabbed onto the other end, causing Robina to turn around to face the blonde. The two began a tug of war for the chair, with Robina in the ring and Martin on the apron while the chair was over the top rope. The audience were repeatedly screaming out ‘Niobe,’ clearly rooting for the blonde in this struggle. After a few more tugs and pulled Niobe drops off the apron as successfully rips the chair out of Robina’s hands, electing a huge burst of cheers from the Canadian crowd in the process. Robina looked visibly pissed about this and tried to reach out for the chair…only for have Washington’s head between her legs and her thighs resting on his shoulders as the male raises her up and slams her down with an impact electric chair.
Shane West: Oh what a move by Anthony! It looks like Robina is going to have to beat him without a chair now…
Dick Harris: This is wrong! Niobe shouldn’t be out here, she should be at the back preparing for her own beat the clock match…which happens right after this match.
Either Dick likes it or not, Niobe is clearly staying at ringside as the impact of that move not only laid out Robina Hood but also Anthony Washington. The referee finally gets up to his feet and starts to count them both out but instead of joining in with the count the people in attendance began to clap as the blonde began to repeatedly slap her hand down on the apron, clearly showing her support for the male in this match. The male’s count as just reached seven and both people are up to knees but instead of trying to get fully up, the two began to trade right hands. The crowd booed when the forest-dweller connects but cheered as “The Future” connects with a punch of his own. Eventually this fist fight ended up with the both of them getting to their feet as the crowd increased the volume of their responses until suddenly Robina a nasty looking slap, directly at Anthony’s right cheek, and instantly the crowd began to boo her more heavily as she laughed at this…only to be flattened by a rather devastating spear. Washington instantly goes for the cover and the official was quickly in position to count.
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Niobe was already applauding “The Future” but stopped in slight shock at Robina kicking out of that spear. Anthony instantly questioned the referee’s count but instead of going into a long, and pointless, argument Anthony dragged the woman back up to her feet only to position her head between his legs. It looks like the male is planning to powerbomb Miss Hood but just when he had her up on his shoulders…a second red mist sprayed out of her mouth, straight into Anthony’s eyes, and the sheer pain caused the male to drop down onto one knee. Robina managed to squirm herself out of his clutches and, without a trace of hesitation, decided to repeatedly strike the male in the face with knee strike after knee strike. The crowd booed this yet she simply continued until he official forced her back and warn her about a possible disqualification…what he got in return was a basic “fuck off!” from the girl as she gave him a rather rough shove to the side before trying a big boot to the kneeling man’s face. He dodged however and her leg ended up dangling over the second rope…CRACK!
Dick Harris: Right on the knee cap! And the official failed to catch it!
Shane West: Well, if Robina didn‘t pulled the ref away then Niobe wouldn’t have had the opportunity.
Miss Hood cursed out quick loudly as she barely managed to pull her right leg back into the ring. Both of her hands moved to clutch her knee, possibly to check for any possible injuries, but then Anthony’s arm came between her legs, wrapped itself around her left thigh and rolled the female up in an old-fashioned schoolboy rollup.
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With the senior official checking that the Brit’s shoulders were indeed down, Washington’s free hand decided to grab a piece of her skirt for extra leverage.
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DING! DING! “I’m different” by 2 Chainz began to play out of the P.A. System as both Anthony and the official quickly rolled out of the ring just to raise Washington’s hand in victory. Meanwhile Robina got up onto her knees, her facial cheeks scarlet red as her hands quickly moved back to have the skirt fully cover her rear again.
Nicky Page: Your winner of the match…Anthony “Future” Washington! The setting time of 10 minutes and 45 seconds!
The crowd were partly cheering for the victor but quite a number of them were laughing at the Brit’s embarrassment, just like Niobe was at the moment. The final thing that could be fully seen, before Meltdown went out to a commercial break, was an embarrassed Robina Hood shouting out “you will pay for this!” towards a still chuckling Niobe Martin. |
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